"Honey, you’re really my lucky star. From now on, whenever I go to sell clothes, you have to come with me. Don’t be embarrassed," Lin Wan said bossily as she counted her money after returning home.
"Honey?" Han Yi obviously ignored the second half of her sentence, feeling tickled by being called "honey."
"In big cities, people call each other this way. Calling you by your name doesn’t sound intimate enough. From now on, can I call you this at home?"
"Would you dare to call me that in front of the family?" Han Yi raised an eyebrow, clearly amused.
This time, it was Lin Wan’s turn to frown. She felt shy doing so in front of family. It’s not like now, where calling people ’handsome’ and ’beauty’ when going out is the norm; back then, it was all comrades, comrades.
"Then... I’ll call you Old Han."
"Then call... Han?" Lin Wan couldn’t handle the cheesiness herself, goosebumps all over.
"Do you have a nickname or something?" In those days, it wasn’t easy raising kids. Most families would give their children a simple nickname.
Han Yi didn’t speak, giving Lin Wan a cold glance. The meaning was obvious; if he wasn’t willing to speak, Lin Wan could guess that it definitely didn’t sound good.
So, the couple moved their discussion about nicknames from home to the vegetable market, and from the vegetable market back home. In the end, they still felt that calling Han Yi by his name sounded best. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on novel•fire.net
They couldn’t entertain guests at home poorly, so Lin Wan had Han Yi ride to the store to get three or four pounds of crawfish and bring them back.
When Han Yi arrived, Mom was there. Knowing that Han Yi and Lin Wan were having friends over for dinner, she had him bring back some clams too.
"Why are there these as well?"
"Mom said Brother Huang gave them to us. There are plenty in the river, so he brought them over for us to try."
"Oh, really? If there are many, they could totally be sold as a dish, or added when eating hot pot in winter," Lin Wan, with a business mind, always thought about making money when she saw something.
Yin Peibai and Su Ling, the two couples, arrived around three in the afternoon.
By then, Lin Wan had already prepared the dishes, ready to be stir-fried in a bit.
"Wow, Xiao Wan, the house you bought is really nice."
"Have you found a house yet?"
Everyone who came over would say their place was nice. But when it came to buying, they didn’t want to live here; they all wanted to live in an apartment building.
She remembered that by 1986, the housing adjustment meeting developed into a real estate exchange meeting. The government planned to quickly stimulate consumer spending, and gradually citizens were willing to pay for better housing conditions, moving into decent finished apartments.
That’s why there was later commercial housing trading.
"We’ve got a lead, not far from where both of us work, on East Street. Well planned, row houses, though the yard’s not as big as yours. Four rooms, one kitchen."
Seems like that area will be a commercial street in the future. Around the nineties, they started to relocate and develop it. "It’s pretty good there. Have you negotiated a price?"
"We want to get it for two thousand four hundred; the owners want two thousand eight hundred. We’re still negotiating."
"Houses are hard to find and in such a good location, don’t miss out."
"That’s what we’re thinking, too."
"Xiao Wan, where did you get the bookshelf and desk set in your study? My Liu Wei really likes it."
"We didn’t buy it. Mom and I dug it out piece by piece from the junkyard over several days."
"What? A junkyard?" Yin Peibai was surprised. Usually, people like Lin Wan, who run a business, wouldn’t lack money.
"Yes, besides that bookshelf, our display cabinet was also dug out from there. After bringing them home, I repainted them inside and out."
"Are there such good things at a junkyard?" Yin Peibai was a bit tempted. Maybe they could also check it out when buying furniture, saving a few dozen yuan.